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DWB: it gets harder… | ebfay: Sphinx and other possibilities
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Ebfay: Sphinx and other possibilities. DWB: this morning…. DWB: it gets harder…. When you’ve drunk your fill. The dusty wooden Buddha said. EB Fay can also be found at ebfay.wordpress.com. And http:/ www.songsofnoticing.com. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 0 ). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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DWB: mothership… | ebfay: Sphinx and other possibilities
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Ebfay: Sphinx and other possibilities. DWB: this morning…. This is mothership, isn’t it. Or images we use. I’m allowed to visit. EB Fay can also be found at ebfay.wordpress.com. And http:/ www.songsofnoticing.com. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 0 ). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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DWB: this morning… | ebfay: Sphinx and other possibilities
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Ebfay: Sphinx and other possibilities. DWB: this morning…. DWB: this morning…. This morning, the wooden Buddha. He didn’t look benign at all. I must do something permanent. EB Fay also writes at ebfay.wordpress.com. And ebfaytobias.wordpress.com. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 0 ). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. DWB: two drills….
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DWB: you’ve been busy… | ebfay: Sphinx and other possibilities
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Ebfay: Sphinx and other possibilities. DWB: this morning…. DWB: you’ve been busy…. You’ve been busy again. The little Buddha said. Don’t get far, do you? Perhaps you’re turning wooden. EB Fay also writes at ebfay.wordpress.com. And ebfaytobias.wordpress.com. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 0 ). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
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In death your cousins are generous. I tell the smiling windowsill friends. Have brought us through again. EB Fay also writes at ebfaytobias.wordpress.com. And ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com. An empty house…. An empty house is treasure. A ruin is a treasure simplified. When the trees establish. EB Fay also writes at ebfaytobias.wordpress.com. And ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com. I watched two horses rubbing noses. I don’t know why. Don’t know what happened next. The frame was moving. Tobias has relocated….
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gyproc two | ebfay
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The cat ate the gyproc. The cat is playing statues. The wind would weep around the timbers. If it wasn’t afraid. Some kind of plant. Unjugged on the table. Is reaching for a sun-bleached card. Kiss me, youth was a tantrum. Put out the dish cloth. It leaves puddles on the floor. Miss haversham wasn’t born in a day, you know. Oh dear, that was a much longer break than I realized. I have been relocating…. Anyway, EB Fay is back. I also write at ebfaytobias.wordpress.com. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 2 ).
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May | 2012 | ebfay
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Archive for May, 2012. She knew a nurse…. She knew a nurse. Who left the jungle. On a rope and Huey. She did ride a Harley Davidson. Looking for a way to die. He had a granddad. Came home from the mud. And he is sure. Never leave his milky eyes. There was a father, too. As much of him as left. When she was a girl in school. She read Wilfred Owen to them all. Some friends looked serious. Then there was Falklands, Bosnia,. Desert Storm, Afghanistan. I’m told I’m bred of military men. He measures time….
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Notes from a towpath | ebfay
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Notes from a towpath. There’s a line of them. This side of the canal. Huddled over plastic tubes. Something drove them here. The factory, or the lack of factory. Some need that can’t be met. Two feet from the bank. In all these miles of streets. And sheds, and little houses. I saw them move today. Shuffling, stiff jointed. And still in line. I do not want to understand. Today, there was a meeting. Burdens piled in the grass. And young ones taking part. To let me pass. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 0 ).
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gyproc one | ebfay
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The membrane in the wall ate my dinner last night. This morning, it is all gyproc. I am thinner; the cat is getting fat. The moon is weeping no parakeets. There was a jug on this table. Thrown in the image of me. I hope the thief has planted a geranium there. Kiss me, my youth is broken. Put out the light bulb. It likes to roam at night. Rome didn’t collapse in a day, you know. EB Fay also writes at ebfaytobias.wordpress.com. And http:/ www.songsofnoticing.com. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 0 ).
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he lights the sticks… | ebfay
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He lights the sticks…. He lights the sticks they’d gathered. They are brittle, perfect now. They flame as planned. What is the occasion? These were for emergency. I’m cold, he said. And leaving here tomorrow. EB Fay also writes at ebfaytobias.wordpress.com. And ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 0 ). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
